oh, sourthern spring! oh, beautiful grey north!

and down this road i've thought more thoughts along, escaping over sand in the low slant of afternoon glow, stepping into raw thoughts that crackle snap like fireworks below my feet. the night brushed across my cheek... and breathed. there is a day, such a day like a glad darkness on the near horizon, that will wake the muses... startle them wild or purge them in ecstasy. but for now, i am sunkissed and laughing in the night. like astronauts of a gilded age, we drink dreams of distilled moonlight and revel, drunk, beneath the sweeter stars. the man in the moon is watching. dance, my perfect fool, and quell the booming paradox of his otherworldly laughter. a bare warmth of skin, and close your eyes! but eyelids fixed wide, i gasped cold night like a fish, cold-grass shivers and night dew against my back. the universe opened at my fingertips, in my eyes, in the far distant blacks of your pupils and flower-blooming silver light somewhere in between our minds.